In the same way I’ll always associate September with a new school year, I associate this time of year with Convocation. Even as schools and students evolve, and add intakes and alternate Convocation ceremonies, I will always think of long black gowns and those black caps.
A celebration of all the effort, time, and expense a student and their support network have devoted over the past few years, convocation ceremonies can be very emotional. They can also be boring. Like all the other grand celebrations we go through in life; weddings, banquets, awards nights, etc., convocation ceremonies can get side-tracked by technical difficulties, lost attendees, broken air conditioners, or a speaker that has way too much wisdom to impart in too small a time slot.
Last year was the first time I was a part of a convocation team; I was honoured to be a name reader. I practiced my pronunciation all morning, and I was still practicing as I was walking onto the stage. I played a very small part in this ceremony, but it truly gave me an appreciation for how much goes on behind the scenes in order to produce an event like this. An event that means so much to so many graduates, their families and friends, and to the faculty and college staff who have at some point been a part of their journeys.
I’m excited to be a part of the ceremony again this year, and have been working on my reading voice. No yelling for the next week or so, and lots of tea.